The tick tock of the clock counting down the day
Dusk'll soon be approaching-night comes our way
Time does just pass ever so quickly by,
Soon night'll be falling-in dreams I'll fly.
By the light of the coming morn, shining its brilliant light,
Fading is the harvest moon that did shine last night.
The measure of time ticks on as years have come and went,
One day my life shall be over-my time clock has been spent.